‘But of course.’

  Ferris got up and went over to the table by the couch, where there was a decanter and a glass. I suppose that was what it was, the classical psychiatrist’s couch; I’d only ever seen them in cartoons. If he asked me to lie down on it I would twist his head off at the neck and - steady, lad, you need this man, you need him.

  ‘Thank you.’ Glass of water.

  He looked at me, Ferris, with his pale amber eyes, concerned that I should understand, if I read them right. ‘All is well, my dear fellow. There will be no misdirection.’

  A word normally used in the context of a courtroom, but within the Bureau the connotation is different: a director in the field will sometimes, if he’s incompetent or devious, misdirect his executive, and if things are running close it can be fatal.

  ‘I’m Dr Alvarez.’

  A short man in striped pyjamas and a dressing-gown, dark eyes not smiling, serious. Taking me in, evaluating me, reaching for my hand.

  This is Keyes,’ Ferris told him.

  ‘Good, yes,’ not taking his eyes off my face, ‘why don’t we all sit down? You have some water. Would you prefer a glass of wine, some whisky?’

  This is fine.’

  ‘You’re thirsty?’

  ‘Dry mouth.’

  ‘Of course. You had a nasty experience, I’m told. Do you mind if I sit behind the desk? I’m not trying to look authoritative, you must understand, it’s just that I can think better there - it’s my querencia. You are not sleepy?’

  ‘No.’

  ‘It would be understandable, if you were - it’s late.’ He swung his legs onto the desk, tilting the leather-padded chair back, folding his strong square hands, watching me for a bit longer and then turning his head to Ferris. ‘Well now.’

  ‘What I’d like to do,’ Ferris said, looking at me, ‘is to go through a routine debriefing, and if you find any trouble with it, Dr Alvarez will make things easier. You should know that he’s on the Bureau’s overseas roster and provides us with this safe-house in emergencies. His clearance status is Prefix 1.’ Meant totally reliable, even that being an understatement. I could therefore, Ferris meant, go through a debriefing in depth with nothing barred.

  I took a slow breath. It still frightened me, the memory of what my mind had been doing in the time period following the quay thing, and the debriefing wouldn’t be easy, even with Alvarez here.

  Ferris glanced at him now, and I think Alvarez nodded, only the slightest movement of his head. Then Ferris looked back at me.

  ‘All right, I’m going to ask you again. Why did you leave that hotel covertly?’

  It went on echoing in my mind, covertly … covertly … and I realised that something was happening to me, something I couldn’t control. But my voice sounded all right, a fraction terse, that was all.

  ‘I didn’t go there. Isn’t that the important thing?’

  Ferris watching me. ‘Didn’t go where?’

  And then the whole thing blew up and I was on my feet and standing over Ferris shouting at him - ‘I can’t tell you — ‘ the other two men suddenly on their feet as well and moving towards me very fast - ‘I can’t tell you, for Christ’s sake, don’t you understand?’

  Chapter 8 : SACRIFICE

  Her breast brushed against me, her skin copper-coloured in the subdued light, a powdering of dried salt on her shoulder.

  There’s a special one out there somewhere.

  That you want to catch?

  That I want to kill.

  Green eyes alighting softly on mine, the eyes of a mermaid, of a succuba.

  You will go to 1330 West Riverside Way, at any time before midnight.

  Flash, flash from the field glasses across the water.

  Not later than that.

  Her skin bronzed, the down silken above her breasts, the light flashing, flashing on the cylinder of the syringe.

  ‘Can we use your phone?’

  Watchful amber eyes, the tick of the jade clock.

  ‘But please.’

  The sea had calmed. There was no movement now.

  ‘Get them onto it straight away.’

  A man, one of the men, Johnson, no, Upjohn, blotting a wall-lamp out as he passed across my line of vision. The faint beeping of the push-buttons.

  ‘Make a note. 1330 West Riverside Way.’

  A shadow across my eyes, then its substance, Alvarez.

  ‘Well now. How do you feel?’ His dark face with its black silk beard, his gaze intent. ‘How do you feel now?’

  ‘All right.’

  ‘Good!’ He rolled my sleeve down.

  ‘What was in it?’ The syringe on the tray.

  ‘Valium.’ He took the tray away.

  ‘We want you to check out that address.’ Upjohn, phoning.

  ‘Utmost caution,’ Ferris said.

  1:20 on the dial of the jade clock. An hour and twenty minutes’ time gap. I can’t tell you, for Christ’s sake, don’t you understand? The last thing I remembered.

  ‘Use utmost caution,’ Upjohn said into the phone.

  It’s an esoteric Bureau term reserved strictly for when, for instance, you’re defusing a motion-detonator bomb.

  I looked at Ferris, but he was at right angles. Everything was. They’d put me on that bloody couch.

  ‘Ferris.’ I got onto my elbows and swung my legs down. No shoes.

  ‘Hello,’ he said.

  ‘Did I tell you?’

  ‘Yes.’

  The address?’

  ‘Yes. But tell me again, just to confirm.’

  Silence, and time going by.

  ‘Where are my bloody shoes?’

  ‘Tell me again,’ he said gently.

  ‘Oh, for Christ’s sake. 1330 West Riverside Way. Now where are they?’

  Somebody fumbling around with my feet.

  Take,’ I heard Upjohn saying, ‘as many people as you need.’

  Alvarez, pushing my feet into my shoes. ‘I can do that,’ I told him.

  ‘Did you hear that, Doc?’ Ferris was asking.

  ‘Oh, yes. We are ourselves again!’ Sounded terribly pleased.

  Ferris said to Upjohn, ‘Strictly observation. No entry, no contact.’

  ‘I can tie my own laces,’ I told Alvarez. ‘Listen, how did you get that needle into me? I don’t like needles.’

  ‘Report directly to me,’ Ferris said. He was making notes on the debriefing pad the whole time.

  ‘You lost consciousness. We had to catch you.’

  ‘Before you put that thing in?’

  ‘Yes. The stress had become overwhelming. You didn’t want to answer his question, do you remember?’

  ‘Report directly to the DIP,’ Upjohn was saying.

  ‘I don’t know. I don’t know what I remember.’

  ‘I think you do. It’s a little alarming to you, that’s all. But there’s no more block.’

  ‘Block?’

  ‘Psychotraumatic inhibition. You’ll feel better now. It’s all behind you.’ Small pearly teeth showed in the black beard.

  Behind me? That’d be a relief. That would be, dear God, a relief. ‘Can I have some water?’

  ‘Round the clock?’ Upjohn was asking.

  ‘Yes,’ Ferris told him, then looked at me. ‘When you phoned for us to bring you in, you sounded in a bad way. What had happened?’

  It was like thinking back through a veil, having to reach for the past. ‘Nothing.’

  ‘But you sounded dead beat.’ Amber eyes watching me.

  ‘Thank you.’ I drank the whole tumbler straight off. It tasted odd.

  ‘Did I? It tastes a bit odd,’ I told Alvarez.

  ‘Everything will, for a little while. Your body chemistry has to adjust. There was a great deal of adrenaline in the system, and then there was the Valium. I’m so pleased,’ he said, ‘to see you in such good shape.’

  ‘Thank you.’ I got off the couch and found a chair and dropped into it. Purdom, the top-echelon shadow, got up and went across to the decanter and filled my glass again, which I thought was nice of him. ‘Yes,’ I told Ferris, ‘I was dead beat, that’s absolutely right. I was fighting something off.’

  ‘And you won.’ Alvarez, at the desk again, his feet on it. ‘But it left your reserves critically depleted.’

  Ferris asked: ‘Fighting what off?’

  It meant going back, and it frightened me. I had never known such a force applied against me, such dominance. ‘I - I’d been told to go there, and I knew I shouldn’t. But I had to. Kind of - compulsion.’

  Upjohn came back from the phone and couldn’t find a chair; I think I was sitting in it now. ‘You did well,’ Alvarez said, still pleased. ‘Others would not have resisted.’

  ‘You’ve no idea how strong it was. The compulsion.’

  ‘Oh, but I have. It was so strong that your resistance left you “dead beat”, to the point where you couldn’t resist any further. When you were asked why you left the hotel covertly, you lost consciousness rather than explain.’ The intercom on his desk began ringing. ‘It was a remarkable manifestation.’

  He picked up the phone. ‘Si, mi querida?’

  Ferris got up and dragged the carved oak chair closer to mine and sat down again with his pad. ‘You also said, when you were coming out from under, Those are your instructions. Do you remember that?’

  ‘Todavia no. Es una emergencia.’

  ‘Yes. I was following instructions.’

  ‘Don’t worry,’ Ferris said.

  I’d started shaking, hadn’t thought it showed. More water.

  ‘Date vuelta y duermete, mi querida.’

  Alvarez put the phone down. Ferris asked me quietly:

  ‘Where did they come from? The instructions’

  ‘I don’t know, damn you, I don’t know.’

  They all brought their heads up. It had sounded very loud. Alvarez hadn’t moved. Perhaps I’d woken his wife, upstairs, shouting like this: he’d just told her on the phone it was an emergency case. I had to get control.

  Alvarez said to Ferris, ‘He really doesn’t know, you must understand. It’s very frustrating for him.’

  Ferris was watching me. ‘Don’t worry. Take your time.’

  ‘We haven’t got any time.’

  The mission had been running only forty-eight hours and Proctor had gone to ground and the opposition had put the executive into the cross-hairs and got right inside his mind and left instructions there and I’d come appallingly close to walking straight into a trap. There wasn’t a chance to —

  Run that through again.

  ‘Ferris,’ I said, ‘there’s something that doesn’t match. They wouldn’t go for me with a hit and get inside my head with subliminal instructions at the same time.’ Ferris was making notes. ‘They wouldn’t have told me to go to that address if they didn’t mean it. They’d set it up as a trap, and I couldn’t walk into it if I’d been shot dead first.’

  Upjohn said, ‘Unless you were given the instructions after they’d failed with the hit.’

  ‘What? No, I was given them before we were back in harbour. Before the shooting.’

  Ferris asked quickly - ‘How do you know when?’

  ‘Because of her breasts.’ Straight from the subconscious.

  He tilted his head. ‘Say again?’

  Alvarez was leaning forward now.

  ‘When I was coming to, I had visual impressions of the girl on the boat, Harvester. But I don’t — ‘

  ‘There was a voice,’ Alvarez said, ‘overlying the visual impressions?’

  Feeling of panic suddenly. I reached for the glass and drank, hand not quite steady, did they notice? ‘Yes, the voice was in the background. She was talking, too, but in the foreground.’

  Panic because it had just occurred to me that there could be other instructions still inside my head, like a worm in an apple.

  ‘There was music?’ Alvarez. ‘A radio playing?’

  ‘No.’

  Purdom looked across at him. ‘It could be radionic. Remote beamed.’

  ‘At what distance?’ I asked him.

  ‘I’m not too conversant.’

  ‘I’ll talk to Parks,’ Ferris said. He was the electronics man who’d checked Proctor’s flat for bugs.

  ‘There was a launch,’ I said, and told him about the field glasses. ‘It followed us into harbour.’

  ‘Noted. But this inconsistency - they wouldn’t have put those instructions into your head and then put you under that gun.’

  Upjohn said, ‘Be unwise to assume it was the same cell. I mean the whole thing’s open, isn’t it? The drug scene’s very big here - eighty per cent of the cocaine used in the States comes in from Cuba, a lot of it by sea. The Harvester girl could be running stuff herself or for one of the cartels. They might’ve thought you were an undercover man for the Coast Guard or something, bang bang. Happens all the time.’

  ‘Do you think she’s in drugs?’ Ferris.

  ‘Christ,’ I said, ‘I wouldn’t know. If — ‘

  ‘She’s American?’

  ‘English.’

  He turned the top sheet of his pad over and said, ‘All right, can you take a debriefing on Harvester?’

  ‘Yes.’

  It took forty minutes, because there was a lot of material: her relationship with Proctor and her present feelings about him - he’s trash - and the phone call she’d overheard and everything we’d said on the boat and of course the points Ferris picked on:

  ‘Did she try seduction?’

  ‘No.’

  ‘But you mentioned her breasts.’

  ‘She was in a bikini and bra.’

  ‘There would have been,’ Alvarez said, ‘a certain amount of dream content surfacing when you were coming to. We tend to undress women in our sleep.’

  Ferris thanked him and turned back to me.

  “The launch,’ he said. ‘Did you think she knew what it was doing there?’

  I got out of the chair, weakness in the legs, getting up quickly to make it look all right, but Ferris caught it.

  ‘When did you last eat, Quiller?’

  ‘Lunch. On the boat.’

  ‘Protein, then,’ Alvarez said at once and came out from behind his desk. ‘You need some protein. Cheese, yes? Would some mozzarella appeal?’

  Debriefing went on.

  ‘The field glasses. You say she noticed them.’

  ‘This is complicated.’ I thought it through and then said, ‘One scenario is this: I noticed them and of course said nothing. She saw them, innocently, and called attention to them, a bit annoyed. Or: she noticed I’d seen them and called them to my attention to clear herself in case I thought she’d seen them and wasn’t saying anything because she knew all about them. Knew all about the launch.’

  ‘Did she make anything of the fact that the launch followed you in?’

  ‘No.’

  ‘Do you think she saw that it had followed you in?’

  ‘I was watching for that but I can’t be certain. I was tying up the boat.’

  ‘We’ve got photographs of her, of course. I had a man with a zoom on the quay.’

  ‘When did you put her under surveillance?’

  ‘Before you got there.’

  ‘You’re keeping her under surveillance?’

  ‘But of course.’ His amber eyes on me. ‘I know it hasn’t escaped you that she might have set you up for that hit, on Proctor’s orders.’ In a moment, ‘Does that trouble you?’

  ‘No.’ But I said it too quickly and he caught it. He can catch flies in flight.

  ‘Perhaps a little.’ Making a note. ‘She’s not unattractive, and you’ve got some sympathy for her because of what happened to her father.’

  ‘Are you putting down what I think or what you think?’ Tone with an edge. I was leaning with my back to the bookshelves, wanting to move about, restless, not able to because of the weakness, not wanting to sit down because I was being put on the defensive - debriefing always has that element in it because you’re asked to give reasons for things you said and things you did, to justify every move you made and take responsibility for every signal, every strike, every mistake, and what makes it difficult is that you said those things and did those things in hot blood with the dark coming down and nothing between you and the unmarked grave but a random blow or a desperate last-ditch run that in the cold light of enquiry are seen as ill-advised and potentially hazardous for the mission: the one sin above all others.

  Debriefing can leave the spirit naked, and sometimes we rebel. Are you putting down what I think or what you think?

  He didn’t answer, and with good cause. As the director in the field he had the right, the sacrosanct obligation, to record events as he saw fit, because when the executive’s back is to the wall he’ll say anything to protect himself.

  Some morose and mission-weary shadow with a penchant for statistics has worked it out, slumped over a tea-stained table in the Caff with his busy abacus, that in the first three phases of a mission the executive in the field has been pulled out and replaced on four occasions out of ten because his debriefing proved that he couldn’t handle the demands on him, couldn’t control the field, couldn’t proceed without increasing the risk of blowing his own operation or half the Bureau’s ultraclassified files. And whoever they are we forget their names because it scares us to remember them.

  ‘When you asked her for a diving lesson, did she get you to sign a waiver in case of accident?’

  ‘What? Yes.’

  ‘What address did you give?’

  The hotel. The first one.’

  ‘She phoned you there.’

  ‘When?’

  ‘Twenty-three minutes after the shots were fired.’

  ‘What did she say?’

  ‘She left a message, asking you to phone her back. She sounded — ‘ he checked his pad - ‘agitated.’

  Then she must have seen me pushed into the cab.’

  ‘Not necessarily. She could simply be living in the hope that you’d got clear in some way.’

  ‘No one,’ Upjohn said, ‘saw him getting into the cab. I was there.’

  ‘Her number?’ This was Purdom.

  ‘You’ll get all that,’ Ferris told him, ‘if there’s anything you can do.’

  Purdom shut up again. I wished he wouldn’t just sit in that bloody chair and brood. I could feel vibrations coming out of him that jarred the nerves and I tried the whole time to ignore the man because the truth couldn’t be faced: he could have been called out here to replace me the minute the debriefing was over, and he’d seen what the opposition had already done to the shadow in the field, and didn’t like it.